Posted February 9, 201411 yr In the dark, shadows creep: you hide your head under the covers. A chuckles from the closet, or maybe it's just the wind, a clawed hand, or shadow? You think back over the day, videos from Youtube replayed, Creepypasta's scoffed at before, feared of when creaks the closet door. " It's just a draft, and nothing more." You whisper to the closet door, darkness inside hiding things you abhor, darkness within as well as out, making you want to scream and shout. Is it a killer, eyes gone, knife red, a tall man with no face, an evil pet? You shiver, but think it over, seeing the vent has opened its cover, the air cool from system circulated, fears slowly abated. Night wears on, as thoughts drift , like clouds across your mind, leaving silly fears behind, a neverending story of weaving vines, a secret place, free of fears and lies, piece lined up in time to the music of the soul. In the silence, you drift to sleep.
February 9, 201411 yr In the dark, shadows creep:you hide your head under the covers. A chuckles from the closet, or maybe it's just the wind, a clawed hand, or shadow? You think back over the day, videos from Youtube replayed,Creepypasta's scoffed at before, feared of when creaks the closet door." It's just a draft, and nothing more."You whisper to the closet door, darkness inside hiding things you abhor, darkness within as well as out, making you want to scream and shout.Is it a killer, eyes gone, knife red, a tall man with no face, an evil pet?You shiver, but think it over, seeing the vent has opened its cover, the air cool from system circulated, fears slowly abated. Night wears on, as thoughts drift ,like clouds across your mind,leaving silly fears behind, a neverending story of weaving vines,a secret place, free of fears and lies, piece lined up in time to themusic of the soul. In the silence, you drift to sleep.Oh my gosh Timid! I swear...you do such an amazing work! Your really good at this! Your skills are really amazing! Outstanding! Timid... you have an amazing talent for this. Keep it up!
February 9, 201411 yr Author Oh my gosh Timid! I swear...you do such an amazing work! Your really good at this! Your skills are really amazing! Outstanding! Timid... you have an amazing talent for this. Keep it up! Thank you.
February 9, 201411 yr :3Thank you. Your so welcome! I freakin love it! Keep writing! I want to read more!
In the dark, shadows creep:
you hide your head under the covers.
A chuckles from the closet, or maybe it's just the wind,
a clawed hand, or shadow?
You think back over the day,
videos from Youtube replayed,
Creepypasta's scoffed at before,
feared of when creaks the closet door.
" It's just a draft, and nothing more."
You whisper to the closet door,
darkness inside hiding things you abhor,
darkness within as well as out,
making you want to scream and shout.
Is it a killer, eyes gone, knife red,
a tall man with no face,
an evil pet?
You shiver, but think it over,
seeing the vent has opened its cover,
the air cool from system circulated,
fears slowly abated.
Night wears on, as thoughts drift ,
like clouds across your mind,
leaving silly fears behind,
a neverending story of weaving vines,
a secret place, free of fears and lies,
piece lined up in time to the
music of the soul.
In the silence, you drift to sleep.